HOLY INAPPROPRIATELY OVERSTEPPING BOUNDARIES, BATMAN. I just found out that the reason my landlord came over to shovel our drive way a couple of weeks ago was because my neighbor's ex-boyfriend B (who my neighbor J was dating when he and our landlord lived together) called/texted her to say that J demanded to know when she (the landlord) was coming over to shovel our driveway. J and B split up well over eight years ago, and my neighbor has been married to another guy (who, as a side note, has been in the hospital with congestive heart failure for the past week-ish and was sent home only because the docs want him to rest not-in-a-hospital so his heart can get stronger in preparation for a TRIPLE BYPASS) for a few years now. J said absolutely nothing to the ex or even our landlord about the snow.

And now is the time when I sing the praises of YakTrax! We had more freezing rain last night, and my neighborhood is once again a sheet of ice -- but these things let me get down my ice-covered stairs and along my iced-over streets to the bus with no problem whatsoever. I ended up being the first person in the office, and then it turned out we were officially closed until 10am due to weather, but I didn't care because I was able to get here, and that's all that mattered to me.

(The office was technically closed, but I have access even on the weekends when the whole building is closed, so it's not a big deal to get here at times like this.)

I kicked off the day by hitting my head on the wall -- while still in bed. This is better than last week when I got shit on by a bird on my way to work. I had to borrow my coworker's body wash (which he has at work because he uses the building's gym and takes a shower there on occasion) and wash my hair in the restroom sink.

In other news, do a Google search for "ceelo grammy photoshop." Pretty much the greatest thing all month -- aside from Bruno Mars' Prince tribute. Holy crapola, that was stunning. I might actually like it better than the original because he really jacked the gospel beat up to eleven, and it really, really works for that song. I can't seem to find a complete video to link to, though, since CBS has been pulling them all down for copyright.

More fucking snow. Seriously? I don't care whether it will stick or not. My issue is my stairs, which will most likely be iced over in the morning. On the up side, I have a pair of boots to permanently install my YakTrax on so I don't have to mess with that again. (I love this particular pair of boots -- fourteen-eye Doc Martens with cherry blossoms embroidered up the sides -- but there are huge gouges in the leather on the toes, so I don't wear them often because it pains me to see them.)

My aunt told me that my cousin (her sister's son, so this aunt's nephew) is moving back to Washington state because he wants to be closer to his mom. This is reasonable and logical: His mom is in her mid-70s, and she went through a bout with breast cancer over the past couple of years. It's completely understandable that he wants to be closer to her right now. The thing is that he has decided he wants to live not-in-the-desert and is looking at places in the Puget Sound area (but away from Seattle because he wants a less-populated area for its cheap rent. He can live wherever he wants because he's in tech and will be working remotely regardless of where he lives) because he doesn't want to live in the desert any more. I don't think I've ever laughed as hard as I have when I heard that: This man is in his mid- to late-fifties and has lived his entire life in desert climates. He grew up in the Yakima Valley, and then he moved to San Antonio. He has NO CLUE what winters are like west of the Cascades. Or autumns. I give him one winter before he starts looking at, like, Omak or Othello.

Confession time: Yesterday afternoon, I walked into the breakroom and found a huge puddle of hot chocolate coming out of the bottom of the garbage can. The coworker already in the breakroom made a comment something along the lines of "oh, I put a hot chocolate in there. Is the garbage can not waterproof?" No. No, it is not. So then I walked out and didn't help her clean it up. I'm SO TIRED of her not thinking shit through and having to clean up her accounting messes that I wouldn't help her clean up her literal mess.

Ugh, you guys. I never knew how hard "dating" is. As an adult, I never had a proper boyfriend and holy crap, is it difficult to meet someone!

I went out the other night with a great guy, very attractive, had tons in common. I though things went well, but he ghosted on me! I swear, guys either disappear, or turn crazy, and I'm not even looking for anything serious. I give serious props to everyone who has put up with the dating pool for longer than I have!

Ugh, annoying thing I cannot say out loud number 827373: When I ask how to make or do something, a reply that consists of the definition of that thing is the wrong thing to provide when there are no actual construction directions in the definition. Also unhelpful: A lot of technical terms. "Accelerating payments"? Anything involving "rebooking"? You're going to get a blank stare.

LOL, I think I offended the overworked (she was stuck running two registers) cashier at Ulta today. She was looking for a GWP at the register and finally had to resort to digging through the "substitute" leftover GWP box for something. She pulls out a hair volumizer, and was trying to sound so excited about it only to have me deflate her bubble by telling her I don't use volumizer because my hair is thick to begin with. (and moreso now since I decided to chop over a foot of length off and have layers because the shorter my hair is, the thicker it is, and it's still thick with layers.) So she gave me an eye product sample that iwill probably go into the circular swap box.